J U D E

Could've built a garden from all the flowers that you gave me

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For the first time he is content in Novus.Nights beside his friends had eased the anxiety from Terrastella and he isn’t riding between each day on a tidal wave of nerves and constricted breaths. Instead, he is wandering the beauties of Night Court, weaving stardust through his blush hair and reveling in the high that life has thrown at him. He is at peace. Jude cannot ask for anything more than that. Today his hair hangs freely, being gently rustled by the warm winds of summer. He remains blissfully unaware of the unrest, of the tension spreading like a poison through Denocte at the closing of the gates. The rose won’t torture himself with such thoughts. Today is one he has set aside for his art.

Jude wanders the marketplace of Denocte, utterly daunted by the massiveness of it all. Of course he has seen markets, back in the safety of Vectaeryn and even in the other lands he’s stumbled on in his journeys. Something about it all is so daunting he can’t fathom it all. Mittens weaves through the feet of other equines.

”You’re going to get stepped on,” Jude warns to the feline as she dances at the feet of an impressively large percheron. The last thing he wishes to do is mend the broken foot of his familiar.

”I am more agile than you, so hush,” Miottens responds as she weaves right before a large hoof can trample the length of her tail. Jude gives her a long look and the feline concedes. She returns to his side and merely walks beside his far daintier appendages. Jude then turns his attention to a stand selling vibrant scented perfumes.

”Everything about this place is so magical,” Jude whispers and can’t help but lower his nostrils to take in the sweet scents.


 

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